Chapter 43
**Evangeline's POV**
The video starts playing on someone's phone during lunch. I hear the cruel laughter before I see the screen, but I know immediately what it is. The sound of my humiliation, captured in high definition and shared with the world.
"Oh my God, look at her face!" A girl at the next table squeals with delight. "She actually thought Celeste wanted to be friends with her."
My stomach drops as I watch myself on the tiny screen. There I am, standing on that platform in my mother's black dress, hope dying in my eyes as Celeste reveals her true intentions. The bucket tips, pig's blood cascades over me, and I fall backward into the crowd's laughter.
But the worst part isn't the blood. It's the look of complete devastation on my face when I realize I've been played.
